I glared at my useless phone.
It hadn't worked right for the last six days.
I mean, seriously, the stupid thing was missing signal or something.
I sighed and locked my eyes at the marble floor.
My mind was trying to make really dumb assumptions as to why a certain hot someone hadn't called me.
The first days, I tried to play it cool. Even though we were moving to London and getting all the things out of the boxes or in my case, bags, I tried to take the phone everywhere, just in case he called me.
And when I say everywhere, I mean it.
I hate to admit, but I even took it to the bathroom. Who knows when he would call? I definitely didn't want to miss that. So I did the unthinkable, and discreetly, placed it in the back of my jeans when I needed to use the loo.
I don't think Kate noticed my obsession. And if she did, she was acting really nice about it, because she never uttered a word about it.
The rest of the days passed out like that.
Only yesterday...I started to glare at the useless device.
There had to be something wrong with it.
I mean, yeah. I got my mom's calls. And Kate's. And Hugh's. But not the one that I was truly expecting.
Not even a freaking text.
So, today, I started to imagine pathetic excuses to keep myself calm. But at 5:00 pm I was running out of them.
I knew why he hadn't called.
I just didn't want to accept it.
Pathetic. I know.
The thing that got me the most was how much I wanted him to call me.
First of all, I always knew that whatever happened wouldn't last. We lived in completely different worlds. One thing is to get along in the countryside, where you can be yourself without worries and expectations, pretty much like a summer fling...but I knew he had to go back to his day by day basis...and I don't think I could fit in there...
The thing that was getting on my nerves was how hard it was to keep my mind off him...
...I could still feel the tingly feeling of my swollen lips after he kissed me...
...the clenching of my stomach when he was around...
...the goose bumps that rose on my skin wherever he touched me...
...the dryness of my mouth whenever his dark chocolate eyes locked with mine...
Honestly...what was wrong with me?!
Never in my life I felt like this.
Not with Sam.
His kisses, his touch, his smile...they vanished the first moment Scott came into my life.
Why?
How on earth was I supposed to get over this?!
I closed my eyes as I felt them brimming with tears.
Suck it up, Emily.
This is only the beginning...those were his words...
I should be thankful that it ended before it started. Right?
"Emily?" A dark voice called my name bringing me out of my misery.
My eyes looked up and I found myself in front of a blonde guy. He had blue eyes and had somewhat of a rocker look going on. His faded jeans were ripped at the knee. He even had a black leather jacket on top of a grey shirt.
"I'm Scott" He reached out his hand.
Great.
My stomach clenched just at the sound of his name.
Still, I plastered a fake smile on my face as I shook his hand.
He had nothing to do with whatever mess was going on inside of me.
"Hi"
His blue eyes roamed all over me concerned. Thankfully, he kept if to himself, "have you been waiting for long?"
I shook my head as I swallowed the large lump on my throat.
"Come on, let me show you the way..." Scott smiled at me softly.
Getting up, I grabbed my bag and followed Hug's cousin to his studio.
Scott contacted me yesterday. I bet Hugh had been pestering him as he had me. He asked me to meet him at his job. He was a DJ. A most popular, may I add. After Hugh told me who he was, I started to listen to his show. He was funny and laidback and had a good taste in music. So, when he asked me to come to one of his shows, I was slightly excited. Not much, due to other circumstances...
We got in front of a grey door with a large five plastered in it. Scott opened the door for me smiling. There was a large table with controls that divided the room. The other part of the room had a laptop, another set of controls and two chairs with microphones in front of them.
The guy who was sitting in front of the controls smiled at me. "Hi, I'm Neele."
"Emily." I waved weakly at him.
"Come on, I have a surprise for you" Scott gestured me to follow him. "You can leave your purse here" he signaled the sofa.
Reluctantly, I placed the purse on the green sofa. My hand automatically reached out to grab my cellphone. I stared at the black devise in my hand for a second before putting it back inside.
Stop torturing yourself, Emily...
Sighing, I followed Scott who was patiently waiting for me at the glass door.
***
Turns out the show was actually fun.
Scott made sure to tell more jokes than usual; his surprise was pretty neat too. I got to meet the guys from One Direction. They were really down to earth, I didn't actually talk much to them, since I was pretty shy around them, but they were really nice and funny. They couldn't stay for the whole show since they were expected somewhere else. After one song and a few pictures, they left hurriedly for another studio.
As we walked outside the building, a wide smile played on my lips as I excitedly talked with Scott about the show. The moment he opened the door for me, the cold air assaulted me without warning, making me shiver. It was November already and everyday London was getting much colder.
I plopped myself in one of the beige loveseats with a vanilla cappuccino double shot at the Starbucks. "Thank you, Scott, I had a really great time, today."
He seated on the black chair in front of me, chai tea in hand. "Neat, right?" he said smugly.
"Awesome."
His lips tugged up in a wide smile, "I'm glad I finally get to see your famous smile, Emily."
"Famous?" I raised one eyebrow.
Scott rolled his eyes, "Hugh's been bragging about you for quite some time, now." He carefully took a sip from his hot tea, "and I have to say, beautiful doesn't cover it."
My cheeks flushed immediately.
A sudden loud sound came from inside my purse. Thank God...this was about to become somewhat awkward...
To be honest, blonde Scott was pretty awesome...but...dark chocolate Scott was really hard to get out of my mind...
"Hello?" In my haste to do something else, I answered without looking who was calling.
"Hey" My heart started beating faster just at the mere sound of his voice.
"Hi" I said breathlessly. The butterflies in my stomach erupted.
Wait.
How dare he call me after six days, nine hours and twenty minutes, give or take. Not that anyone is counting. How lame would that be...
I shifted in my seat and gripped my phone tighter.
"Are you busy tonight?"
No. "Yes" I coldly answered.
Scott sighed on the other side of the line. "Let me make it up to you, Em."
"Make what up, Scott?" I snorted, "it's not like I've been waiting for you to call me." I looked up and blonde Scott was surreptiously keeping an eye on me, he even had his phone out.
Shit.
"You're obviously angry, Emily...and trust me, I've been beating myself up for-"
"Whatever, Scott. I'm busy tonight."
Silence.
"I have to-"
"Whatever you have, cancel it. I'm picking you in an hour."
My eyes widened at the authority tone he used. It's kind of hot. No. It's so not hot... "You can't tell me what to do" I hissed.
Scott snorted. "I've had the worst week ever. To top it all, I can't stop thinking about you and right now, all I want is to see you. I'll see you in 58 minutes, Emily..."
Incredibly, even far apart, a small shiver ran down my spine and small goose bumps formed all over me. My already fast beating hearth accelerated.
All my anger evaporated. Meeting One Direction and everything that had happened on the last six days dissipated of my mind...
...He thought of me...
Me.
Just as much as I thought of him...
"I'm not home." Was all I managed to blurt out.
"Where are you?" His dark husky voice sounded somewhat strained.
Is he jealous?
"I'm busy" Blonde Scott looked away and shifted on his seat uncomfortably.
Biting my lip, I sighed. I'm such a bad friend...
They guy has been trying to make me smile for the last two hours. The least I could do is to be nice and pay all my attention to him.
"I really have to go, Scott."
He sighed. "Call me. I'll pick you up. No matter the hour."
"Ok." I really didn't want to hung up on him...
"Emily?"
"Yes?"
"No matter what time it is."
A small smile formed on my lips, "Ok."
After finishing the call, I held the phone against my chest as I sighed contently.
"You sure have a lot of Scott's as admirers, huh?"
I looked up guilty to find blue eyes watching me intently.
Shrugging, I bit my lip again, "Scott is a popular British name?"
Blonde Scott chuckled, "I guess" he rolled his eyes, "it is used much after the Royals, you know?"
I do.
I shrugged again.
"Still, it seems like I'm not the Scott you actually want to be with..."
Blinking furiously, my cheeks flushed again. This time, out of guilt and embarrassment. "I'm really so-"
He lifted his palm, "No need to apologize, Emily." He shrugged, "you are really beautiful, inside and out. So, I'm sure you have a lot of interested guys ogling you."
I rolled my eyes, "I'm not. But thank you."
He looked at this phone's screen, "I have to go, Emily. I have to DJ at a gig tonight. I was going to ask you to come with me, but it seems you are already busy."
Guiltly, I tried to apologize again, "I'm s-"
"I'm not." He smiled at me sincerely, "I'm happy for you." He got up and grabbed his black leather jacket. As he was putting it on, he looked at me and in his most serious tone said, "he better take care of you, otherwise, he will have to deal with me."
A warm feeling ran through me, "Thank you."
"Take care, Emily." He leaned and kissed me in the cheek. "Call me to hang out some other time, ok?"
"Will, do."
Scott walked out the door and from the window, I saw him salute me in a military way as he winked at me.
My smile grew wider. I had a good feeling about him. I'm sure we were going to be good friends.
I stared at my phone for a few seconds.
He really doesn't deserve me calling.
I rolled my eyes.
Who am I kidding?
My heart pace fastened as I touched the screen to dial his number.
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Hi guys!!!!
I'M REALLY SORRY that it took me so long to write...
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